Five wine glasses clinked together, red wine splashing on the table full of delicacies.
"To celebrate our triumphant return!!" Greer said and drank all the wine in one gulp.
"To celebrate Lin Chad's becoming a brave candidate!!" Lilith happily took a swig.
"Congratulations." Tatolo said lightly, took a symbolic sip, and then secretly stuck out his tongue and spit it out while others were not paying attention.
Auro held a roasted lamb leg with both hands and looked at everyone with a naive smile. He preferred eating meat to drinking.
"From now on, we will be the brave team. Now that I think about it, it feels a bit unrealistic. Braves, do you think our story will be included in the future brave stories?" Lilith's cheeks were as red as apples and she laughed loudly.
said.
"There will definitely be some, such as the legendary swordsman Greer, the drunken magician and so on, and the lazy elf archer and so on." Greer said with a smile.
"Who is drunk and crazy! Huh! Lin Chad, tell me, is he too much? He always thinks about hurting others." Lilith asked, leaning next to the Demon King. She was swaying, as if she was a little drunk.
Dodoluo didn't care, she quietly stuffed a gold cup into her pocket.
The Demon King smiled slightly and did not answer.
"What's wrong? Are you worried?" Greer asked the Demon King with a smile.
"No, it's just that I never thought that I could actually become a hero." The Demon King said mockingly.
"What are you talking about? The first time I saw you, I knew you must be a brave man, hiccup~" Lilith said drunkenly, her head resting on the Demon King's shoulder, and her breath was strong
The smell of wine.
"So you tied up the brave man for fear that he would run away, right?" Greer said sarcastically.
"Shut up! You sloppy single middle-aged uncle with a bad mouth, what do you know?" Lilith pointed at Dudolo and cursed. It seemed that she was completely drunk.
Dotolo sat and drank in an elegant manner, completely ignoring them. However, the gold cup and silver fork on the table mysteriously disappeared, and her small bag bulged inexplicably.
The devil opened his eyes. He was the most uneasy person in this cheerful dinner party.
It seems necessary to meet that saint.
…
In the night sky full of stars, a dark shadow appeared. He stepped in the void, but he was more stable than standing on the ground.
He is not a human, this can be judged at a glance. The two horns on his head make him very unusual. His whole body is covered with black armor and scales. His tail is connected by one section, which is bigger than his body.
It is long, and the tip of its tail is as sharp and terrifying as the head of a spear.
This is the Demon King Richard himself, the second form of the strongest Demon King, the Demon King form. He crossed his hands on his chest and looked down at the church at his feet.
"It is indeed an extraordinary building." The devil said to himself.
Then, next we have to test the so-called saint.
He found that this cathedral was covered with many layers of barriers, but it was useless. To the devil, they were just a thin piece of paper.
No, it's useful, but it's a bit challenging to get through them without breaking them.
I saw the devil slowly disappearing into the darkness, and a gust of wind blew into the barrier.
I don’t know if the saint would wear pajamas, I don’t know what the saint’s pajamas look like, and I don’t know if the saint would drool while sleeping.
With these questions, the devil sneaked into the church and came to the highest room of the church.
To be honest, the appearance of this room far exceeded his imagination. There was no luxurious furniture or a ten-meter-long bed. It was just a simple room. A wooden bed that was unknown how old it was, and a wooden bed that was also unknown how old.
There is an ancient wooden dressing table, a shabby and plain chair and an unsightly statue of a god.
However, the place was kept spotlessly clean and tidy, and the devil suspected that the saint had severe mysophobia.
I saw a white figure kneeling in front of the statue, with a candle basin in front of her.
The devil approaches quietly, and the saint actually wears such a white outfit at night, with a white scarf hanging on her head. What the hell is this! Is this what she wears to sleep!!
At this time, the saint gently raised her head.
"You are indeed here."
Her voice is very gentle and pleasant.
The Demon King's face darkened.
Logically speaking, it should be impossible for her to discover herself.
At this time, his hand stretched out its black claws.
"You know me?"
The devil's voice was transmitted directly to the saint's mind.
The saint seemed to have finished praying. She reached out and picked up the candle, stood up slowly, then turned around and faced the darkness in front of the candlelight.
"Good evening."
The saint suddenly nodded and said hello, which made the devil a little confused.
"You haven't answered my question yet. I hate being taken off topic."
The Demon King said coldly.
The saint smiled slightly and said, "I think you already have the answer in your heart."
Sure enough, I still can't see her inner thoughts, this guy is interesting.
At this time, the black mist surrounding the devil gradually dissipated, revealing his terrifying figure. The light of the candle was affected and became much weaker. The floor shrouded in black shadow seemed to turn into a dark lake. Once you step on it,
If you enter, you will sink into the abyss.
However, the saint seemed not to see it and was completely unmoved.
"Then you are not afraid that I will kill you?" the devil asked with a stern face.
"Then can you?" the saint asked.
In an instant, the devil's claws reached her neck, but she still stood there without fear.
Um……
No response?
interesting.
The devil circled her maliciously to see if she was pretending to be calm.
Suddenly, the Demon King gently picked up her claws and cut off a small section of her long hair.
She still didn't respond, like a stone statue.
The Demon King stood in front of the Saint, almost touching her face, looking at her headscarf curiously.
Pull it off.
The devil smiled evilly and pulled off the white scarf on his head. The saint showed an unexpected expression.
What, I thought you were a machine without emotions.
However, the next moment, the Demon King was stunned.
The Saint is indeed very beautiful, almost the most beautiful human being that the Demon King has ever seen.
Especially her eyes.
Her pupils were a circle of white and a circle of golden yellow. It turned out that the magical power came from her eyes. Her eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the figure of the devil.
"Are you blind?"
asked the devil.
The saint's face returned to calm.
"In the world's opinion, yes," she replied.
The devil became serious.
"Then how did you know my past? Was it with these eyes or some kind of magic?"
The saint didn't answer, and her eyes gradually looked towards the devil.
"You told me this yourself."
As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand and touched the Demon King's chest. Suddenly, the room turned into stars in the universe, and a little light appeared in the Demon King's dark body.
What's this?
The Demon King realized in the next second that this was the world in her eyes...
"Can you answer me a question?"
The saint suddenly asked.
"Then we have to see what the problem is." The Demon King said calmly.
"Why are you looking for me?" the saint asked.
"Huh? It's not because you called me a brave man that I..." As he said that, the Demon King paused, his eyes became sharp, and he asked: "What do you want to say."
The saint smiled slightly and said, "You must have discovered that you envy the brave."
"How can it be!"
Just when the devil was about to get angry, he suddenly froze.
It seems that this is really what happened.
He recalled that when he was the Demon King, he would watch the past adventures of the brave man through the crystal ball alone in his room, and even put a lot of effort into creating a clone to go on adventures with him.
Is this really the case?
Just when he was struggling, the saint smiled.
"What are you laughing at?"
The devil looked at her complainingly.
"I'm sorry, I'm just wondering why, as a demon king, you look so human."
The Demon King was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "This is probably because my master is also a human being."
And he is also a brave man...
For the demons, humans are incomprehensible. They have complex social relationships and family relationships. For the demons, they have no so-called relatives. All status is measured by strength. The weak are slaves of the strong. At the same level,
We are all enemies, no friends at all.
It is their lifelong creed to become stronger, kill the superiors and climb up, so the people who want the Demon King's death most are not humans, but the subordinates who are eyeing the Demon King's position.
The Demon King also knows this, so it is common for him to brutally kill his subordinates. In order to scare others into obeying him, the Demon King has to be cruel and terrifying to make his subordinates surrender.
The saint seemed to understand this truth, and could see through Richard's unusualness at a glance.
"I see. If possible, I would really like to meet your master. What kind of person is he who can teach a demon king?" the saint said with a smile.
The Demon King immediately made a serious face.
"Hmph, don't give me that playful smile. You want to use me to resist the Demon King's army. Do you naively think that I will fall for your trick?"
"Well, yes, don't you plan to do this yourself?" the saint replied without hesitation.
"Hey, hey, I am a devil after all, can you give me some face?" the devil asked.
The saint smiled. This was the first time she could smile sincerely and said, "Then you have to give my saint some face."
The Demon King was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Next time."
After saying that, he turned into a black mist and gradually shrank into a little bit.
"Wait until the next time you wear pajamas."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace, taking the saint's headscarf with him.
…
The other person seems to understand his inner thoughts and knows a lot of things.
The Demon King would have gotten angry and killed her because of his embarrassment, but he calmed down for some reason. He felt that chatting with her was quite fun, and he felt inexplicably happy and joyful, and he would unknowingly say something from his heart.
Think about it carefully, how long has it been since you revealed your true feelings to others...